As I sit alone on the edge of this bridge,
leading to a dead end road,
trying to figure myself out,
I look into the sparkling, shimmering stream below me.
I see a lonesome girl staring back at me.
I'm trying to figure out who she really is,
this girl identical to me.
I can't help but wonder if she's as lost or as broken as I am,
or if she knows me.
She seems so familiar,
but I don't completely know her.
The stream is whispering a doleful song,
but it seems like I can actually hear words,
as if it's addressing me.
I think to myself "Maybe it's the girl...
Maybe she's singing..
Maybe she's sad.."
I see a tear roll down her face,
and then I touch my cheek,
and it's not long before I notice that my tears and her tears are in rhythm.
I start to sing along with the stream and the girl,
and I notice she is sad,
and so am I.
Our emotions are in touch,
our voices in harmony,
singing this sad song about lost love.
Then, the sun sets over the horizon,
and the girl disappears,
but I still sit,
completely alone singing to myself,
and tears still fall.
The moon is watching over me,
and her children, the stars, come out to play.
As I walk down the road,
back to my home,
I step on the handle of a looking glass.
The girl is back,
but now she is smiling,
and so am I.
The night wind whispers a beautiful, peaceful song,
and the girl and I once more start to sing along.
I still don't know exactly who she is,
what she feels,
or what she's after,
but if I figure her out,
who I am will come naturally.
leading to a dead end road,
trying to figure myself out,
I look into the sparkling, shimmering stream below me.
I see a lonesome girl staring back at me.
I'm trying to figure out who she really is,
this girl identical to me.
I can't help but wonder if she's as lost or as broken as I am,
or if she knows me.
She seems so familiar,
but I don't completely know her.
The stream is whispering a doleful song,
but it seems like I can actually hear words,
as if it's addressing me.
I think to myself "Maybe it's the girl...
Maybe she's singing..
Maybe she's sad.."
I see a tear roll down her face,
and then I touch my cheek,
and it's not long before I notice that my tears and her tears are in rhythm.
I start to sing along with the stream and the girl,
and I notice she is sad,
and so am I.
Our emotions are in touch,
our voices in harmony,
singing this sad song about lost love.
Then, the sun sets over the horizon,
and the girl disappears,
but I still sit,
completely alone singing to myself,
and tears still fall.
The moon is watching over me,
and her children, the stars, come out to play.
As I walk down the road,
back to my home,
I step on the handle of a looking glass.
The girl is back,
but now she is smiling,
and so am I.
The night wind whispers a beautiful, peaceful song,
and the girl and I once more start to sing along.
I still don't know exactly who she is,
what she feels,
or what she's after,
but if I figure her out,
who I am will come naturally.
Poem by BreakFree